Chapter 1 - Busybusybusy...

You're always busy.
You don't have any time for me anymore.
You don't even seem like you have the time to say one little word to me.
It's not that hard.
Busy, busy, busy...
You're always too busy for me.
And I'll try to make like a bumblebee, and buzz away, busy busy busy as a bee...
But I don't blame you.
At least I don't want to.
Who could blame you?
Just look at me.
Insignificant, cynical, depressive.
My happiness is rarely even real.
It's just a mask.
I tape over my mouth with a big plastic smile.
And that's all it takes to be 'happy' now.
But who could, why could, how could I...
How could I say one harsh word to your face?
Look at you, and look at me.
It's seemingly impossible for someone like you to be with someone like...
Me.
Me, myself, and I.
Difficult to understand and faking smiles.
And... you...
Busy, busy, busy you, yet so perfect in your standing.
And yet here we are...
We're in love.
Me, an antisocial butterfly...
And you, a rebel yet you make it pretty.
How could I?
Why am I?
I'll make like a little bumblebee and buzz away, busy busy busy as a bee...
So you can see what I mean.

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